Jane was still shaking off the dizziness of the spinning walls of the Entry Chamber when she groped for the handle of the door in front of her and stepped through it. As her vision settled, she looked around, puzzled--surely this small, white, circular room was not Mr. Flamsteed's office? She stepped slowly into the room and felt something crunch under her boot. Glass? What was going on here?

She looked up at the room again and saw a small blonde witch looking scared out of her mind, holding her wand in a slightly shaking hand. Jane immediately pulled out her own wand and stepped a little closer. "Do you need help?" she murmured in a low voice, trying not to startle her any further.